Top Ten Lyrics & Songs

I hope you feel this shitTop ten flow and it's still this shitWent away, had to get awayBeen away, came back and a motherfucker still the shitHold up, what's real as this?Feelin' myself, who ill as this?Mastered the flow from the east to the westBut right now I'm wondering how trill is thisI've been around for a minute nowOne hunnid, I'm in it nowPeople that wasn't there back in the day talkin' boutMan, remember I'm winning nowI could only imagine if I was beginning nowBack in the beginning nowFuck thatSpent a mil on the chain and I tell my company to duck thatGet the fuck back

[Verse 2 - Big KRIT:]First off I give a fuck about all that top five if I ain't in itNiggas barely ever play my recordsBut I'm still winnin' from the M-I-crookedJust to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love MississippiI put a studio in my partner kitchenSo by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm juggin these hoesCuttin' crack and make 'em double back like excuse me niggaI need a stove, nah, I ain't selling dopeBut this a metaphor for my flowBut I'mma probably have to hit with a fork'Til it bubble up and then rise some moreSo I can bag it up for these insta folkAnd sell it for the law cause they simpleIf I hear "KRIT, you need to hit one more time"Lookin' at us like "how these motherfuckers gon' under ship mine?"Still do an interview here thereAnd they don't even know that I'm signedIf I wait on the label to support my vision I might go blindLately I've been on my tell it all get richStart plottin on my way I didTo show like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of look like bullshitKill em all, why not, King when I'm busyKrizzle up in the blizzard and the cold Said who was here, never really snowed in the sizzieFuck what ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie, bitch

[Verse 3 - Logic:]Aight, check it, it's the takeI heard y'all been checking my net worthWhat the fuck is y'all doing?Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay your rent firstAnd then maybe I'll sign youI'm looking for talent, I hope that I find you(Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell youNow here's another problem)They probably expecting that shit for the first album, man fuck thatThey'll say that I changedAnd I'll say I had to show 'em my rangeCause if I do what I did then they'll say it's the sameJust can't win in this gameMoney talks, that's a figure of speech, that went over their headLike the dough that I throw in the air like I'm Papa JohnThat mafia money, that parmesanMy shortie's a dime, your bitches are not, penniesProlly take her to Dennys, we chillin at Lenny'sYou know I got 99 problems, but keep it a hundredYou know that I done itJust me and my homies, we tryna make it to the summitPraying that we don't plummetLike "Oh my God look at your boy know that you finally done it"I've been writing these records from actual factsSo hopefully you learn something from itBut what I learned is

[Outro - Logic:]I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up, so highI said I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up, so highI've been on a grind and now they all know what's upSo high, so highI've been on a grind and now they all know what's up, so high

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